Chris choked on Lilia's words. He wanted to say no, but he didn't think it was convincing.
He pursed his lips and didn't speak, while Harold touched his forehead and ran his finger through his hair. Then he complimented dryly. "Childlike innocence... Very interesting indeed."
Chris felt like his face was almost gone!
Innocence like a damn child!
Lilia glanced at Harold and chuckled. After which, she walked over to her man's side.
The masculine fragrance welcomed her, so she couldn't help but lean on him. Then she lowered her voice and joked. "Have you known this for a long time?"
The man's thin lips brought out a smile. "Hmm."
As Harold sat on the sofa next to him, Chris pinched his own nose and insisted on changing the subject. "Your work contract... I've made it. Please have a look first."
He picked up the two papers on the table, got up and went to the sofa, then handed them to Lilia and Harold.
Seeing that they were discussing a contract, Chris glanced at Jean, who was calm and confident. Then he explained, "The contract term is ten years, and Lilia's wages are 70% of the company. So simply put, the company gets 30% of any work you do. The first time you sign a contract with the company, a term like this is the general version, but you can be sure that if you want to terminate the contract in the future, the company will not ask for a dime in compensation."
"As for Harold, your salary is 10% of the company's after-tax income. If you have any objections, we will discuss it privately. "
Harold looked at the contract with blinking eyes. Ten percent after tax sounds small but if the company's revenue reaches 10 billion, it will be really huge.
Lilia listened to Chris' explanation intently, after which she turned her head towards Harold. Then she quietly took out her cell phone from her pocket.
Her small actions were not discovered by others, but clearly visible to Jean as the man was sitting by her side.
He did not speak a word, stayed calm and indulgent when he saw his wife play.
After a moment, Chris' cell phone rang in his pocket.
He looked at the screen and his expression changed slightly.
At this time, Lilia had just lifted her head from her contract and nodded calmly when she saw the exchange with Chris.
Chris raised an eyebrow and silently looked at Jean. But he seemed to understand that the man's pair of deep pupils always fell on his wife's cheek.
Chris glanced at Lilia, then put the phone back in his trouser pocket and fixed his eyes. "This contract is the preliminary version. If you have no problems, I will ask the legal department to make a final version and sign it for you then."
"Very well, Mr. Chris!"
Harold had no objections to this wonderful contract. He looked at Chris with a serious face. "I don't mind signing it now!"
Chris smiled. "Then it's settled. I'll let my secretary take the two of you to your new office. I happen to have something to discuss with Jean."
Lilia nodded and she walked out of the office together with Harold. The secretary then led them to their new office.
In the room, Chris sat across from Jean. As soon as he lifted his eyes, he saw that Jean's eyes were on the toy cabinet.
He hummed coldly, changed his position and sat more relaxed, deliberately blocking the man's view. "Lilia just sent me a message."
"Good."
Chris squinted, "Don't you want to know what she said?"
The man didn't answer, his cold eyes fixed on Chris' toys. A few seconds later, Chris couldn't wait anymore. "You are really boring!"
He took out his cellphone, opened Lilia's message and showed the screen at the man's face. "She asked me to give 10% of her wages to Harold."
"Good."
Chris frowned in displeasure. "What do you mean? Are you okay with that?"
Jean folds his legs relaxed. "It doesn't matter, it's her money. She has the right to use it however she wants."
"You are very generous!"
Chris snorted and saw the two contracts on the table. "She's very nice to her agent. Aren't you afraid something might happen?"
As a man, Chris could clearly see Harold didn't have a platonic feeling towards Lilia.
At this time, Jean stared at him deeply and answered, "I trust her," leaving out the part that he only said inside his mind, 'But anyone who dares to touch her, that person will die.'
Chris didn't want to talk about it any further. He called the legal department and asked them to come over to take the contract and make a new final version. Then he went to open the window. "Want one?"
Lilia is not there, of course Jean's desire to smoke has started to skyrocket.
He really couldn't help it now.
The man nodded, got up and stood by the window with him. The calm breeze flowed in, blowing the heat and dryness of the office.
Chris was holding a cigarette and squinting. "I thought that you would quit smoking because Lilia is pregnant,"
"I tried to reduce it when I'm with her. I haven't smoked in two days."
Hearing the answer, Chris laughed and sighed. "Lilia is really lucky to have you. Since she is pregnant, you are being sentimental and caring. It seems that this trait of yours passed on to Lilia because she gave her salary to her agent. You really are a perfect match."
The man inhaled the smoke, spraying a white mist along the lattice of the window. "Since when have you known women?"
Chris just wanted to talk. When he saw the plush toy cabinet, he suddenly became speechless.
He may not understand women. Until now, he still couldn't define his relationship with that one girl.
Just because he broke his promise the last time, Merry didn't want to talk to him for more than two months.
His face unknowingly changed with a tinge of irritability. Chris then said with a sly face. "How is your work?"
Jean didn't answer directly and asked back instead. "What is going on?"
Chris closed his mouth and sighed, looking at the cupboard beside the wall. "I'll go to see her. How about you help me take care of the Hartanto family?"
"How long?" Jean looked at him with a subtle frown and a touch of disapproval emerged from the bottom of his eyes.
But he didn't directly say that he disagreed with the idea, mostly out of gratitude for helping his wife.
Chris took his gaze back from the lines of toys and plushies inside the cabinet, slowly looking at the tip of the cigarette on his fingertip. "It won't be long. Just a few days, I'll be back after seeing her."
His tone hesitated a little, and he had not thought about whether he would appear in front of Merry or not.
He was worried that his family would follow him.
After the final separation at the hospital, he thought that the two of them would not see each other again in the next two years.
However, he couldn't get the little girl out of his mind.
Did she eat well ? Did she sleep well? Did she miss him every day? Did a stray dog come and bother her again?
Everything upset him.
Chris gradually felt like a madman. When his love surged, he felt sick. There is only one medicine that can cure him— Merry!
At that moment, Jean looked at Chris' silent face, let out a smoke and said, "Let's go together."
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